What is Wordsworthing?
Wordsworthing in the purely objective sense is the culmination of a group text by four friends (then three) that spans the course of YEARS. In a way, WW is a keyhole view into the world, our world as friends, for the past four years at least. It's like we kept a group diary and now we are allowing people to see new pages, periodically, that we have written and torn out for display. To get farther into the abstract, WW is noticing the umbral dashes trailing the rocks strewn across the evening face of the sidewalk, it's picking out the brassy, "yank yank yank" of a red breasted nuthatch as she calls across the human transportation noise, it's the absolute refutation of Facebook meme happiness and all those who would follow that false idol. It's fucking passion, it's akin to the "WHUMP" of a gasoline fed fire, but one in your soul. It's entering your soon to be lover's apartment for the first time. It's sitting down to a page and beginning. Finally, it is a reason to move today's scheduled suicide to a more convenient time- tomorrow.
What is our Vision for Wordsworthing?
Wordsworthing is not a website or a podcast, not a blog or a magazine. It is a belief that Art (and yes that is a capital A) is worth doing the work, the hard work that can leave you raw and questioning your senses. We believe in the honesty of this work; it's absence is a betrayal to which we will not be a party. So we have chosen to launch this enterprise to do the work, to search for others who believe and then to put our fucking backs into it until the Art is uncovered. And then we will give it to the world, without a warning label, and dare all to gaze upon it. Because it is going to hurt you, at least a little.